User blog comment:Bartholomew Billberry Bowstring/Mossflower Country & Beyond/@comment-25220117-20111011182924

@Thornclaw ''Many miles from the invaders' soon-to-be goal, the camp of the wildcat was an impressive sight, a sea of tents, ramshackle shelters and campfires, filled with the noise of a formidable army at work. The wildcat warlord arrived later that day, and went to his tent to rid himself of the traveler's rags and patched cloak, replacing them with a sea-blue cloak and shining breastplate. Turning back to the charts, sketches and messages scattered across the overturned chest, he takes in yellowed claws a tattered parchment from the scarred-wooden frame, reading through it silently. He smiled, ebony-fangs poking from his lips, before tearing the paper apart and, strolling towards the opened-tent flap, hurls the pieces to the wind''

@Niko ''The gang of vermin-archers stared at the place the squirrel had disappeared for a few moments, before a weasel slid out of the bush and slunk over to it. Turning back, his mouth moves silently, forming naught but two words...'Found it'...''

Not far away, the monitors halted, their reptilian slits watching as silent as phantoms, awaiting the vermin to bestow upon them the knowing of the entrance

@Blue The adder suddenly springs at the savage rat, hissing viciously "Diiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeee"

Bazir, winging not far from his chieftain, caws hastily "Lord, lord, listen upon your servant's plans!"

@Biggren The hares, now watching the antics of their would-be foes from a distance among the trees, drew their longbows, the Captain muttering "Shoot fer ol' Montrigal, lads"